The fearful unbelief is unbelief in yourself.

Democracy is, by the nature of it, a self-canceling business: and gives in the long run a net result of zero.

A man perfects himself by working. Foul jungles are cleared away, fair seed-fields rise instead, and stately cities; and with the man himself first ceases to be a jungle, and foul unwholesome desert thereby. The man is now a man.

Happy the People whose Annals are blank in History Books!

Does not every true man feel that he is himself made higher by doing reverence to what is really above him?

Every new opinion, at its starting, is precisely in a minority of one.

We were wise indeed, could we discern truly the signs of our own time; and by knowledge of its wants and advantages, wisely adjust our own position in it. Let us, instead of gazing idly into the obscure distance, look calmly around us, for a little, on the perplexed scene where we stand. Perhaps, on a more serious inspection, something of its perplexity will disappear, some of its distinctive characters and deeper tendencies more clearly reveal themselves; whereby our own relations to it, our own true aims and endeavors in it, may also become clearer.